Lyrics
the thought of it
so they buying you
Get them out, i know i can find my way for out there is light Chase, get them out
when i see dem i get cold
And they ll say it s a part of it, when i see dem i get cold
now i ll pave my way and i ll pave it right
So they buying you, sell your soul
run them away
Now i ll pave my way and i ll pave it right, when i see dem i get cold, so they buying you
I know i can find my way for there is light, sell your soul
Sell your soul, they ll sell your soul for a piece of gold
They ll sell your soul for a piece of gold, when i see dem i get cold
run them politicians
They ll sell your soul for a piece of gold, and they ll say it s a part of it
Run them politicians, i know i can find my way for out there is light Marley, and they ll say it s a part of it
sell your soul
Slaving through the night, the thought of it
Slaving through the night, and they say it s part of it, when i see dem i get cold
slaving through the night
When i see dem i get cold, run them politicians, run them politicians
So they buying you, sell your soul
So they buying you, slaving through the night Chase, run them politicians
When i see dem i get cold, while they in their companion slaves
Run them politicians, i know i can find my way for out there is light, so they buying you
While they in their companion slaves, sell your soul
Get them out, run them politicians
i know i can find my way for there is light
The thought of it, they ll sell your soul for a piece of gold Chase, run them politicians
So they buying you, they ll sell your soul for a piece of gold
run them politicians
slaving through the night
get them out
Slaving through the night, and they say it s part of it Chase, i know i can find my way for out there is light
Slaving through the night, get them out, i know i can find my way for there is light
They ll sell your soul for a piece of gold, so they buying you
The thought of it, run them politicians
Now i ll pave my way and i ll pave it right, they ll sell your soul for a piece of gold, when i see dem i get cold
Run them away, slaving through the night
well my friend
They ll sell your soul for a piece of gold, run them politicians
Well my friend, sell your soul, the thought of it
And they say it s part of it, and they say it s part of it Dem, i know i can find my way for out there is light
And they ll say it s a part of it, run them politicians
so they buying you
they ll sell your soul for a piece of gold
Run them politicians, when i see dem i get cold Chase, while they in their companion slaves